Song like a Slide

Song like a Slide short poem

Like that beautiful voice of a girl
the slow strumming pleasant strings
humming (the unknown) in my ears alone
the ever so increasing feel good rhythm
I love this song.

As if I’m showering in flower-petals
the beat of the song possesses me
am sliding down towards a no-end
mending my corrupt soul
certainly I’m on the right path
but i don’t wanna reach

Oh thou song, don’t you cease
the girl is not there, but her crooning
love takes over and nothing is despicable
Oh thou song, don’t you last.

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A Straight-Edge Musical PsychopathJust trying to be human , & to make and be happy !!!!!and i write ..............!!X!!
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I enjoyed the poem and could envisage for me the music too. So soft and gentle without a struggle the notes came through.

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